Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.